Ben Folds
앨범 : The Best Imitation Of Myself : A Retrospective

You took a trip and climbed a tree
At Robert Sledge's party
And there you stayed
'till morning came
But you were not
the same after that
You gave your life to Jesus Christ
And after all your
friends went home
You came down, you looked around
And you were not
the same after that
You were not the same after that
You were not the same after that
You see 'em drop like flies from
the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door
with this look in their eyes
You've got one good trick and
you're hanging on
you're hanging on To it
You took the word
and made it heard
And eased the
people's pain and for that
You were idolised, immortalised
you were not
the same after that
Walking tall, you'd bought it all
And you were not
the same after that
Till someone died
on the waterslide
And you were not
the same
You see 'em drop like flies from
the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door
with this look in their eyes
You've got one good trick
you're hanging on
hanging on to it
You see 'em drop like flies
from the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door
with this look in their eyes
You've got one good trick
you're hanging on
hanging on
You're hanging on
You're hanging on